My day of treasure is here:
I will face the coffin dressed in plain love
and see, refracted through water,
the desert of wondrous despair.
Kisses and hugs will be generously
shared as an offering of richness
for what has gone and what still
remains of this dull sunlit day
Here now and ever there is fullness
and emptiness as words fall that
are heard and not heard, and echoes
of sighs, cries and laughter resound.